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Indorsed by CHAS. P. CLEVELAND —Director, 
and sung- with great success by THE REPUBLICAN 
CAMPAIGN CHORUS OF MARYLAND. 




Shall we pay our obligations 

|n money that is not real? 

Lose our trade with other nations? 

Visions of such o'er me steal. 

Exercise your right as freeman, 

Read up silver, also gold; 

Open wide your minds to reason. 

Read— and then your thoughts unfold. 

Cive the subject close attention, 

Overlook not one small drop: 

List, ye voters, then give mention, • , 

Demonstrate gold's still on top. 

WM. B. SEVERE. 



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McKinley and Protection. 



/Hr: — ''Tramp, tramp, tramp, the hoys are Marching, 



We are now on the right track, 

We have nominated MAC, 

And we're sure te elect him President this year. 

Now just listen to- our song, 

As we gaily march along 

"The are others" but of them we have no fear. 



Chorus. Tramp, tramp, tramp, the boys are marching, 
Swelling, yelling as they go. 
It is such a vast throng. 
That is pushing him along, 
All the rest will be up to their necks in snow. 



Oh! McKinley is his name, 

And he's not unknown to fame 

He's the one the people want to fill the Chair, 

And ir. spite of all the fates. 

Nearly all the delegates. 

Did cast their votes to help to put him there. 

Chorus. Tramp, tramp, tramp, &c., «S:c. 



If you want to be in the swim, 

You will surely vote for him, 

And Protection to the workmen of our land. 

Come along now fall in Hne, 

He will get there sure this time. 

And you'd like to be right up behind the band. 



Chorus. Then vote, vote, vote, in next November 
Every workman in the land. 
For Protection that's our MAC, 
And he'll get there that's a fact. 
For protection to your work, determined stand. 

Wm. B. Severe. 



'*Owed" To Free Silver, 



iAir: — ''America." 



My native country, thee, 
Sweet land of liberty. 

Of thee I sing. 
All o'er this country wide 
Are arrayed side by side 
True men who will promptly decide 

That iiold's the thing. 



Now is the time to work 
Let none their duty shirk 
In this great fight. 
We know our cause is just, 
Free Silver we can't trust; 
Eradicate it that we must 

Clean out of sight. 

All men who love their state 
Will help decide the fate 

That is in store, 
Free Silver must be slain, 
Never revived again 
Prosperity and gold shall reign. • 

Forevermore. 

When 'lection day draws near. 
Walk up without a fear 

And vote for Right. 
No matter how you've stood, 
Your party may've been good. 
But uow it is well understood 

Gold wins this fight. 

We'll put McKinley in 
Yes, we are sure to wni 

Without a doubt. 
If you want to rejoice, 
Come, vote the nations choice. 
Then you can go tune up your voice 

And with us shout. 

\Vm. B. Severe. 



A QOLDEN OPPORTUNITY. 

Air: ''Maryland my Maryland:' 



The silverites now in our land, 

Maryland, my Maryland, 
Are striving for the upper hand, 

Maryland, my Maryland, 
They tell us they have come to stay. 
And that they're bound to have their way. 
Will it be so ? What do you say, 

Maryland, my Maryland? 

They're doing everything they can, 

Maryland, my Maryland, 
To try to convince every man, 

Maryland, my Maryland, 
That silver is the proper thing, 
Prosperity to all 'twill bring. 
And loudly its praises they sing, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 

If you believe such stuff you're bhnd, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 
Our money must be the right kind, 

'^Maryland, my Maryland. 
Maintain our credit, that we must, 
The strongest in the world, or "bust;" 
Fifty-cent dollars we can't trust, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 

Come every voter in the land, 

Maryland, my Maryland, 
For your country's honor stand, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 
Let every freeman do his part. 
And fight Free Silver from the start, 
Vote Gold, McKinley and Hobart, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 

And when election day is o'er, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 
We'll shout the news from shore to shore, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 
i6 to I can't run our "shop," 
We were to strong; they had to drop, 
Free Silver's dead and gold's on top, 

Maryland, my Maryland. 

Wm. B. Severe. 



WILLIAM B. 



Ail". — ''Sweet Marie. 



I've a secret in my heart, William B., 
Which to you I will impart, William B. 
And I know that you'll agree, 
It's the truth I tell to thee— 
That Silver will not be free — 
V. illiam B. 

Chorus. — William B., list to me — 

We're for gold, don't you see? 
Nothing else will suit as well, William B. 
We will demonstrate to you 
That there will be but a lew 
Who will cast their votes for 3-ou, 
William B. 

There's another in the field, William B., 
And to you 'twill be revealed, William B. 
Though you think that you are right, 
And you make a stubborn fight. 
You'll be knocked clear out of sight, 
William B. 

Chorus, — William B., list to me — 

We're for gold, dont you see? 
And that's what its going to be, William B. 
Wait until election day — 
You will not need an X ray 
To show you gold holds full swav, 
William B. 

Oh, the one who wins this fight, William B., 
Is the one who stands for right, William B. 
Bill McKinley is the man 
Who'll preside o'er this fair land — 
He'll be leader of the band, 
William B. 

Chorus. — William B., can't you see. 
Silver will not be free 

While the people have a vote, William B. ? 
What they want they're sure to get. 
And they will get gold, you bet, 
And it aint no use to fret, 
William B. 

Win. B. Severe. 



^m JdoJlinUi^ - J£e^ th2 Jdan, 



zAir: — ''Love me Little, Love me Long/' 



Everyone in this great nation 
Now is filled with admiration, 

For McKinley— He's the man. 
They are shouting and a singing, 
And you hear the welkin ringing, 

For McKinley— He's the man. 
Protection is their cry. 
And you know the reason why — 
Free trade has paralyzed the business here. 
Over spire and over steeple, 
Comes the cry from all the people, 

For McKinley— He's the man. 

Chorus.— Oh I McKinley, William McKinley, 
You're the man we want. 
Everywhere we hear them singing. 
Their triumphant voices ringing, 
For McKinley—He's the man. 

On election day— November, 
Every workman will remember 

Bill McKinley—He's the man. 
He's the one that's been selected, 
And he's going to be elected, 

Bill McKinley— That's the man. 
Nobody else will do, 
1 he people all want you 
As President of these United States. 
For Protection and Sound Money., 
We are hustling for you — Honey, 

Bill McKinley— You're our man. 



VVm. B. Severe. 



J^oJlinleij ^ Qold ^ ]prospeTitjUr, 



Air: — ''Hard times Come again, no more." 



There's a song that will linger 

In minds forevermore; 

We hear it all over this fair land, 

And the voice of the singer 

Sounds weary and heartsore, 

''Oh! Hard times," the cry on every hand. 

Chorus. — 'Tis the song, the sigh of the weary, 

Hard times, Hard times, come again no more. 

With McKinley our leader — 

And Gold reserved in store, 

"Oh! Hard times," you'll not come no more. 

We will rout old Free Silver 

Away from our dear shore. 

Which caused all this trouble and despair. 

And we'll stand firm for Honor 

And RIGHT forevermore, 

And pay our debts up fair and square. 

Chorus. 

Oh! The times are coming, 
We hear it every day. 
Prosperity will surely come to all. 
All the mills will be running. 
And all hands earn good pay 
After election held this fall. 

Chorus. — Then the song will not be so weary. 

Hard times, hard times, come again no more. 

With McKinley our leader 

Who will to us restore. 

Oh! Good times, to last forevermore. 

Wm. B. Severe. 



THIS IiITTIiE TflliE IS SO. 

Air: — ^'Listen to mv Tale of IVoe." 

This fight for Silver's gettino; tough. 

Listen to my tale of woe. 
The Popocrats say "its the stuff" 
Don't mind them, that's only a bluff; 
That's right, you might 
Listen to their tale of woe. 
Chorus. — Hard trials for a few, 

PopuUsts, Democrats too, 
Who great long whiskers grew— 
Wind blew, them through. 
Listen to my tale of woe. 
They tell us there'll be lots of "dough," 

Listen to my tale ot woe. 
Sixteen to one will make it so, 
Mills will start and farmers grow 

More oats, want votes. 
Listen to my tale of woe. 
Chorus. — They'll get it, in the neck. 

Not the way they did expect, 
True men will their scheme reject 
For Gold, I'm told. 
Listen to my tale of woe. 
If you would have a better time 

Listen to my tale of woe. 
Come every voter get in line, 
Vote Gold— McKinley and scratch Bryan; 
That's right, you might 
Listen to my tale of woe. 
Chorus.— Hard trials for them two, 
Wm. J. and Arthur too. 
Just wait until we get through 
With you — Razoo. 
Listen to my tale of woe. 

After the elections o'er 

Listen to my tale of woe, 
Free Silver we'll hear no more 
Prosperity we'll restore 

To you, that's true. 

Listen to my tale of woe. 

Chorus. — McKinley is the man 

Who will determined stand, 
Backed up on every hand 

By men — True men. 

Listen to my tale of woe. 

Wm. B. Severe. 



5^Ae ^orMngmans pallet. 



zAir: ''The Old Oaken Bucket: 



(The Boy Orator of the Platte was recently overheard singing to 
himself the following ditty in the quiet solitude of the night. 

How drear to my heart are the thoughts of election, 
When every free man will exercise his right. 
I know my pet measure will meet with rejection, 
But still I shall make a most determined fight. 
I'll talk up free silver as long as I have breath. 
In lact I'll do all that lies in my power 
To lessen as much as I can the pain of death 
That's waiting Free Silver — How I dread the hour. 
When that little ballot, the workingman's ballot. 
Will knock out Free Silver and keep Gold in power. 

That same little ballot, we're all trying to get 

Casted for our party on election day . 

We'll promise the workingman anything, you bet, 

If we can influence him to vote our way. 

Free silver will start all the mills that are now shut. 

And every workingman will get double pay, 

Free Silver will do it, if it gets the chance — but, 

Those dodgasted Gold bugs have something to say. 

With their little ballots, those dearly loved ballots. 

Will knock Silver out and make Gold our main stay. 

(Just then Mrs. B. commenced calling from the ne.xt room. "Willie, 
0\\ Willie, come to bed dear," and Willie went.) 

VVm. B. Severe. 



FREE SILVER, 



{Somewhat like Longfellow.) 



The shades of night were falling fast, 
In a large building, people massed, 
To hear a youth, who spoke so nice^ 
Lecture about that strange device, 

Free Silver! 
His brow was sad; his eye beneath 
Flashed like fire, he showed his teeth, 
And like a silver clarion rung 
The accents of that well known tongue. 

Free Silver ! 
In happy homes he saw the light 
Of household fires gleam warm and bright, 
The sight of these had changed his tone, 
And from his lips escaped a groan, 

Free Silver ! 
"Try not to pass, " the man said 
"Dark lowers the tempest overhead. ' 
"The roaring torrent is deep and wide." 
But still tiiat clarion voice replied 

Free Silver! 
"Oh! Stay, go give your tongue a rest. 
Your talking only suits out West." 
A tear stood in his bright blue eye, 
But still he answered with a sigh 

Free Silver! 
"Go back upon your western rancJi 
Beware the awful avalanche." 
This was the peoples' last good night 
A voice replied, though out of sight 

Free Silver ! 
At break of day— election time. 
The people, they all got in line. 
Their votes as countless as the hairs 
ri)on your head, but tell mo wbere's 
Frco Sil vor ! 



There in tlie twiligiit cold and gray 
William Jennings Bryan lay 
Still grasping in his liand of ice 
A B>;niner witli the strange device 
Froo Silver! 

Will. R. Severe. 



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